Brain Trust

Free flowing spoken word rant.

You feast on ideals

stolen from another's dream

prophetically pocketing profits

of adolescence and adults.

Yet we mentally evolve

slowly paced we understand

the only true freedom

is whats left in our mind.

Freely flowing into free fall

gently slipping through the holes of life

we break bread and wine

only we get to keep whats broken.

Like products of productivity

monetarily held in captivity

we reach and expand horizons

inflating wallets of what eats our dreams.

Author's Note

I feel like this is rant poetry.